On the Pontoon

As I didn’t take a single photo today I thought I’d mess the SK’s snap of myself around a bit. We’d been out and about to visit her Auntie J and then to pick up some provisions. And finally, just a quick check over the boat to make sure everything is well, shipshape, as we’ll be away for a week. Not that there’s ever a quick visit to the boatyard for we bumped into PT and information had to be exchanged. Our common currency. 
There’s a paragraph late on in my Dad’s reminiscence of war where he writes, "war now coming to a close, but truth to tell, I took little interest in events, nor did any of us. It was quite different to previous years abroad when the talk and rumour was a way of life. "Got any griff?", they used to say."
Not an expression I’m aware of these days. PT has always plenty griff.